We marched behind him like soldiers. We knew we were headed into battle. "Mom" holding one hand and "Dad" had the other. The one who we defended, the one whom we stood for, was only about ten years old.
Earlier than this moment we had had a service for the children of San Pablo, Guatemala. Not just a time to entertain them but to teach them to hear and respond to the voice of God. One little boy, Douglas, began to cry his heart out; he sobbed without stopping as Jacob held him, praying and encouraging him. We later found out that his dad was a drunk who beat his mom. We knew we could not let this boy go home without going with him to bring the church to his dad who refused to go to church.
After lots of talking, prayer and persistence, the dad repented before God, received Jesus as his Lord, repented to his family and a rededication of vows, we were able to leave the family with peace in our hearts and the glory of God resting on their home.
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